' I Knew A Man Who' Poem by Myrtle Thomas

' I Knew A Man Who'

The coldness of the season
equals the contents of a cruel heart.
Unable to give of himself
stingy is the equity stored deep within.
Eyes dead to vision, lack luster of life,
a touch cold and uncaring.

Warmth passed in the winter's bitter cold,
attractiveness you were blessed by God.
Although self absorbed vanity cost you so much more.

Trips you have gone on and some you will yet take,
the road map is telling you that your so very lost


Some have tried to reach you, with soft lamb skin gloves.
But distance is unreachable behind a hearts cold- cold bars.
How cold is a deadman? is your breath a frosty breeze?
Cold blooded humanity fed by your silver spoon!

No weeping of tear drops ' to hear of your demise.For no one could touch
you with their heart or their eyes.
You've been a dead man walking for so many years.

'Surely I'm not alone to know someone like this'.